Life is a Game

Because they had to rush back to Taifeng building to prepare for the annual meeting, Jiang Feng and the others deliberately controlled the time. Jiang Feng saw that everything was bought, and Ji Xia didn't want anything extra, so he was going to take the big and small bags he just bought home first, and then go to Taifeng Tower together.

Women's fighting power is always amazing when they go shopping, and Ji Xia is no exception. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Ji Xia's hands were full of the things Ji Xia bought along the way, while Jiang Zaide's hand was full of things he wanted to eat. Only He Yueru was empty-handed, mainly because she had no money. Jiang Feng thought she really wanted to buy it when he was in the dim sum shop.

"Brother De, why don't you go back with us, it's past 3 o'clock now, and you can help wash and cut vegetables if you go with us." Jiang Feng opened his mouth to pull a strong man.

Jiang Zaide waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I have to go back to the company to check in with the leader, and report to him the progress of my work today. Xiaoyue, I happen to be on the same road with you, and you and I will go back together Let me tell you how you want to change the heating pipe in your store, and I will try to come up with the first plan for you during the Chinese New Year."

"Okay." He Yueru nodded.

"By the way, little brother, you should go home. By the way, help me bring back my roast chicken and sauced beef, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the leader when I carry it to the company." Only roast chicken and three catties of sauced beef were handed to Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng couldn't help but free two fingers before grabbing Jiang Zaide's things.

Jiang Zaide and He Yueru took the subway back, Jiang Feng thought about it and decided to take a taxi home. The three of them were carrying too many things, and there were fragile items like pastries that were not suitable for being squeezed and touched, so it was more convenient to take a taxi.

By the time the three of them had put all their things back home and arrived at Taifeng Building on foot, most of the employees had already arrived.

The ingenious waiters and sisters have already arranged the Taifeng Building, with couplets pasted on the door, festive and exquisite red lanterns are hung inside the Taifeng Building, and exquisite silk flowers are hung in some appropriate places. , The taste of the year is almost overwhelming.

Comrade Wang Xiulian specially made a tacky and rustic, cheap-looking banner to hang in the center of the hall. On the banner, there are 6 large characters of New Journey and New Crossing, and there is a line of small characters below that says warmly celebrate the first annual meeting of Taifeng Building.

Elegant and popular, both refined and popular.

Since it is an annual meeting, although Comrade Wang Xiulian and Fang Mei have said that they don't need to pay so much attention to form, there is still an atmosphere that should be there. Cakes, melon seeds, and plum peanuts are also a lot of small snacks used to set off the atmosphere when chatting, and there are enough cold drinks and hot drinks. Although there was no wine, various freshly squeezed fruit juices and hot milk tea cooked by Comrade Jiang Jiankang were enough to satisfy everyone.

Sang Ming never forgets his original intention, and always brings mahjong to every party. Sang Ming made progress compared to Jiang Weiming's birthday last time. Last time he only brought two sets of mahjong. This time he brought three sets, which fully met everyone's needs. Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua, who hadn't played mahjong for a long time, both sat at the poker table and fought everywhere. The youth group and the old group were clearly separated.

As soon as Jiang Feng walked to the juice table, he was still thinking about whether he should drink soy milk, milk tea, or orange juice, when Comrade Wang Xiulian caught him on the spot and gave him 10 yuan to go to the convenience store next door to buy it. Here comes the deck.

Although Sang Ming learned his lesson and brought three sets of mahjong this time, he forgot to bring the playing cards.

"Xia Xia, go next door and buy a deck of cards." Jiang Feng deftly stuffed 10 yuan into Ji Xia's hand and chose orange juice.

"Fengfeng, are you going to the back kitchen?" Wu Minqi, who had already changed her clothes, asked.

"You go first. I'll go over after drinking the orange juice and changing my clothes." Jiang Feng nodded, "Lao Zhang and the others should be in the back kitchen, I didn't see them outside."

"Yes, Yueyue is also in the back kitchen, I just saw it." Wu Minqi said, taking the orange juice from Jiang Feng's hand, "This orange juice is iced, please drink less, give me the remaining half cup, and go change your clothes quickly." .”

Jiang Feng, who was deprived of the right to drink orange juice, could only obediently go to the locker room to change into work clothes.

Jiang Weisheng, Zhang Guanghang, Dong Shi, Dong Li, and Ji Yue were all in the back kitchen, and the dinner was in the form of a buffet, of course, the mode was self-sufficiency, self-production and self-marketing. The two old men will each cook a special dish, Jiang Weiming will cook the porpoise, and Jiang Weiguo will cook his best pig-killing dish - stewed white meat and blood sausage with sauerkraut.

With these two dishes as the base, the rest of the dishes are garnishes. If you are afraid of not being full, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's pickled vegetable fried rice will be your solid backing. Therefore, this year's annual meeting does not stipulate what dishes every chef must cook. Cook as much as you want, and play mahjong to brag if you don't want to cook. Just wait for the time to eat and draw a lottery.

Wu Minqi plans to make boiled pork slices today, because the annual meeting should consider whether everyone can eat happily instead of turning into a water drinking meeting. She will be very restrained and restrained herself when making boiled pork slices this time.

Jiang Feng was mainly here to help Wu Minqi. What he had to do was shredded yam, which was very simple, and half an hour was more than enough to process the yam.

There are 7 people in the back kitchen, two couples, and one is married. In such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, it seems that Dong Shi and Dong Li are two older single dogs who are out of place.

It was just as out of place as the 996 that Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi often met on the way home at night.

Ji Yue was helping Zhang Guanghang. Jiang Feng saw that Ji Yue was taking bay leaf and rosemary, garlic for a while, and pepper for a while, which was very strange. He felt that he had never seen Zhang Guanghang cook such a dish before. Jiang Feng couldn't hold back his desire to touch fish for a while, so he quietly put down what he was doing and slipped to Zhang Guanghang's side to find out the truth.

"Old Zhang, what are you doing today? I haven't seen you cook this dish before." Jiang Feng still had freshly chopped chili and pepper powder on his hands.

"Duck confit." Zhang Guang said, concentrating on tearing thyme.

"Duck confit?" Jiang Feng felt that the name of this dish sounded familiar, as if it appeared in an American TV series he had watched before. If he remembered correctly, it was the last meal a certain victim ate before his death.

"A relatively traditional French meal needs to be baked in the oven for more than 4 hours, and it can be baked at about 8 o'clock in the evening. You can eat it as a snack. Generally, it is best to put it in the refrigerator for more than 7 days after it is cooked, and it is also best to eat it directly. Yes." Zhang Guanghang explained, "This is a traditional dish in the south. Before there was no refrigerator, we used this method to preserve meat, which is similar to sausage and bacon."

Jiang Feng: ...

As expected of an old chapter, it is so complicated to make a snack.

"By the way, Lao Zhang, where are you going for the New Year? Why don't you come to my house and celebrate the New Year with us." Jiang Feng suggested.

Zhang Guanghang did not return to China around Christmas, and it is estimated that he will not return to China during the Chinese New Year.

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Ji Yue, who was struggling with rosemary and bay leaves, suddenly raised her head and glared at each other: "Why is my old Zhang going to your house for the New Year?"

Jiang Feng: ...

Yes, why did your old Zhang come to my house during the Chinese New Year?

Zhang Guanghang laughed: "I have to go back for Chinese New Year. I haven't been back for almost a year, so I should go back. I heard some rumors a few days ago, so I just took this opportunity to go back to China and ask my father about some things to make sure."

"Wind sound?"

Zhang Guanghang smiled: "It's just some non-existent rumors and gossip. When I'm sure if it's true, I'll call you and tell you, so that if it's false, I'll become a rumor spreader instead."

"And these days I have some new ideas, and I just go back and communicate with my father to improve."

Jiang Feng thinks this is pretty good. After all, although Zhang Guanghang stays in Peiping most of the time and is considered a half-born Peiping native, his parents are still in France, so he should go back to visit his parents a few times a year, even if they are not related. relative.

Jiang Feng, who had finished fishing, was about to go back to help Qiqi, when he was caught by Grandma Jiang, who rushed into the kitchen to catch the young man.

"Xiaofeng, your third grandpa is going to the back kitchen to make porridge. We are 3 short of 1. Come here and help your third grandpa for a while." Grandma Jiang will never allow her game to be delayed for a moment.

Jiang Feng panicked when he heard this. Although he claimed to be a master in the mahjong world, after the painful lesson last time, Jiang Feng discovered that there are actually many things on the Internet that cannot be taken seriously. You may play mahjong on your mobile phone, but in fact, most of the players you match may be robots, or low-end players who can't afford to lose playing mahjong in real life.

If it was a poker game in the youth group, Jiang Feng might still have the courage to fight, but everyone in the old group has been playing mahjong for decades, and they have been playing mahjong for decades, with ups and downs, and it is difficult to close their eyes. Able to touch out the white players in the southeast, northwest, and middle schools.

When Jiang Feng met them, he had to raise the white flag to surrender.

"Grandma, I have something to do. I want to help Qiqi. Qiqi can't do the cooking by herself!" Jiang Feng quickly shied away.

Grandma Jiang looked at Wu Minqi.

"Grandma, I can do it by myself. Let Jiang Feng fill the vacancy first. Fengfeng, come over quickly, don't make grandma wait." Wu Minqi urged with a smile.

Jiang Feng's smile froze on his face.

Grandma Jiang smiled comfortably: "Xiaofeng, come quickly, the three of us are waiting for you!"

Seeing Jiang Feng's desolate back as he left, Wu Minqi couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Her family Fengfeng's card skills are so poor, if she and her aunts take Fengfeng to play mahjong together after two days, what will Fengfeng do?